Loving wife find she has a slutty slide at the company party.
Enjoy..
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Friday night was the office holiday party. It was pretty much all we talked about for the week. I wasn’t here last year but I heard the party got kind of wild. The story was that bunch of people stayed kinda late and that some of the women took off their tops and danced topless
No one in my group was there to see it but they’d heard about. I figured it was just an office rumor. Our company was pretty big, 200 people. I mean, I guess it could have happened, but I doubted it. Wouldn’t everyone know who the girls were? Wouldn’t they talk about it? I asked who the girls were, no one knew.
Truthfully, When I heard the story I became a little obsessed with these women. I wondered who they were how they could dance topless like that. The thought made me anxious. I tried to imagine me dancing topless. I couldn’t even fathom the thought, but trying made my heart beat faster.
It was Monday when I heard the story. I went home that night and told my husband, Warren, the story at dinner. Spouses were invited, so I thought he’d find it fascinating.
After I told him he said, “Maybe this won’t be such a bore after all.”
I threw my napkin at him playfully. “Oh stop it,” I said. “You’ve been to office parties before, you always have fun.”
It was true. Warren had a way with people. He loved them and they loved him. He was the epitome of someone who could talk to anyone. He was an extrovert that loved meeting new people.
“True,” he said, “and maybe I’ll get to see some tits.”
I laughed, “You can see mine anytime.”
He acted shocked. “At dinner?”
I pulled off my top and bra and threw them at him. “Even at dinner.”
He ate a few more bites threw down his fork and laughingly said, “Oh fuck this.”
He stood up, pulled me up, grabbed me, and kissed me.
I playfully pushed him away. “But the food will get cold.”
“I love cold pasta,” he replied.
“You just like my tits,” I countered.
He bent down and took a nipple between his lips. “Much better than pasta,” he said.
The truth is Warren and I had a great sex life. We had been married for 2 years. I was 27, he was 29. We both worked out to keep in shape. At 5’7″, 36c, and 125lbs I had a few curves on me. I had long dark hair to the center of my back. Him, 5’11”, 185, beautiful greyblue eyes. We made an attractive couple and found each other very attractive. We had sex several times a week and we were fairly adventurous.
He turned me around with my hands against the wall. My hips pulled outward. He undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and with one movement pulled them down so they were around my thighs. By this time I knew what I was getting. I was already getting wet.
As he unzipped his pants I teased, “So, just because I show you my tits at dinner you think you can fuck me up against the wall like some slut?”
As I said it I pushed my ass towards sim and wiggled it.
In mock horror I went on, “Is that what you want? Some slut you can fuck while dinner gets cold on the table? I suppose you’re just going to jam that big cock in me. Are you going to take my wet pussy and fuck it because I did something slutty”
It was fun. We played like this all the time. I was his wife. Sometimes his lover, sometimes his naughty girl, sometimes his slut, but, I was his.
I felt his cock line up with my pussy. I was wet and it slid easily inside me. I loved his cock. It was thicker than most. I always felt full. This time was no different. I moaned as he entered me. God I loved fucking him.
For his part he got into the role play too.
“Anyone who shows their tits at dinner, deserves to get fucked,” he said as he pounded my pussy.
“Maybe I won’t ever wear a shirt to dinner again,” I sighed.
I let myself go to the pounding feeling of his cock. I was loving it. I loved being “taken” this way. All of a sudden my mind returned to the women who danced topless at the party. Did they deserve to be fucked? If I danced topless at a party, would I deserve to be fucked?
Between the thoughts in my head, and the cock in my pussy. I came. I moaned loudly as I came. I went a little limp, but Warren’s strong arms supported me.
When I caught my breath, I turned and kissed Warren.
“You are such a great fuck,” I said.
“I love you,” he replied.
“I love you too,” I answered. We kissed again.
I stepped back, kicked off my pants and panties, and said, “Let’s put this stuff away so I can take you to bed and fuck you properly.”
I got no argument. We cleaned up dinner and playfully raced Each other to the bedroom. This time we made love. It was gentle, sweet, and loving. A perfect end to a fun evening.
We were lying in bed after when the topless girls came into my mind again.
“Do you think they got fucked after the party?” I asked.
“Who,” said Warren.
“The girls who went topless at last year’s party. Do you think they got fucked after?” I replied.
“I’ll bet someone fucked them,” he said. “Whoever they came with probably”
“Hmm,” I wondered. “What if they came alone?”
Warren laughed, “I wouldn’t worry about them. I’m sure they found someone to fuck them.”
I laughed, kissed him, and said, “I’m glad I have you to fuck me.”
“Anytime,” he replied.
The next day at work we were again talking about the party. I again brought up the topic of the topless girls.
One of the women said, “You’re really curious about them. Why are you so interested?”
I stammered a bit, “It’s just so odd.” I covered.
At the same time I started to think ‘Why was I so interested?’ The conversation was turning me on. My nipples were hard just talking and thinking about it. I wondered what it would be like to be topless in a room full of people I knew or was acquainted with. As I wondered my pussy was getting wet.
“Kelly,” I heard her say. “Are you OK?”
I didn’t realize it but while these thoughts were going through my mind I had stopped talking. Everyone was looking at me.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said. “Just thought of something I had to get done.”
The conversation turned normal again but in the back of my mind I kept thinking about the girls.
That night at dinner I brought it up again.
“How do you think their husbands or boyfriends felt?” I asked
Warren, having no clue as to what I was talking about, said, “What?”
I clarified. “The women who danced topless at the party, how do you think their husbands felt?”
“Oh them again?” He looked at me quizzically. “Maybe they were there by themselves.”
“But,” I went on, “If they did go with someone, how do think they would have felt?”
“Provably a bit turned on, I suppose,” he said.
“Really? You think they’d be turned on? Why?” I asked.
“What man doesn’t like to see a great pair of tits in public,” he replied.
“What if it was me?” I asked.
“I like seeing your tits,” he said.
“No, be serious,” I said. “How would you feel if I had been dancing topless at that party?””
He thought. “Were you having fun?” He asked.
“I guess if I decided to go topless it would be because I was having fun,” I said.
“Then sounds fun to me,” he said.
“You wouldn’t mind other people seeing my tits?”
“No,” he said. “You have great tits. Sometimes I wish I could show them off.”
That shocked me. I wasn’t sure what to say so I let the conversation drop. I went to bed wondering if he’d really want me to show my tits. When he climbed into bed next to me I immediately turned and took his cock in my mouth.
“Whoa,” he laughed. “To what do I owe this treat?”
“I like cock,” I said and went back to what I was doing.
“Well thank god for that,” he quipped.
We fucked for at least an hour.